A small breeze through the silent night
A girl somewhere sobbing and screaming,
With the blade against her skin
Trying to say that she's losing her fight
That she's no more the light that's beaming
For her body feels like hollow tin.
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it from the drunken punches
The bong,
Or the thrown away lunches?
As the blade splits the skin in two
She makes one last cry
But no one hears; no one except one angelic boy
Whose wings are fragile with her bully's lie.
For he loves her so
And hopes she won't go through with it
He knows he'll see her on the other side; suicide, yes or no
But then she screams "Shit!"
He watches her crumpling body from a far
Runs to catch her
And in the the headlights of a passing car
Her mind finally finds it's cure.
